His Trouble.
That flutter is back, my chest feeling tight.
Matthew pulls open a drawer, then plucks a foil packet out of it. He lifts it between us, a silent question.
I take it from him, ripping it open and then sliding the rubber over his cock before guiding him to my entrance.
“You have always been my undoing,” I whisper against his lips before kissing him just as he sinks into me.
I tighten my legs around him as he stretches me open.
“Fuck, baby.”
Tight.
The fit is so damn tight, but it feels so good.
We move slowly until he’s completely seated inside me, his pelvis grinding against my clit.
“So full,” I breathe as my pussy tightens around him.
“Damn right.”
We start to move, our bodies gliding together as one. Matthew takes my hand, bringing my fingers to his lips and sucking them clean before letting them pop free.
“Next time, I want you to come on my tongue,” he grits out as he hits my G-spot, and I swear I can see stars.
Our mouths crash together, my fingers sinking into his shoulders, hips arching higher as my pussy clamps around him.
Matthew calls out my name as his movements become more frantic, then he comes, his cock spilling inside me. His gaze holds mine hostage, lips parted, cheeks pink. His hand lands next to me, holding his weight so he doesn’t squish me completely.
“So much fucking trouble.”
The corner of my mouth tips upward in a lazy smile.
“At least it’s the good kind.”
Lips press against the side of my neck, strong fingers digging into my hips. My hand tightens around the coffee cup as Matthew’s body brushes against mine, a low moan coming out of my lungs when I feel him pressed against my back.
My pussy clenches, the dull ache between my thighs completely forgotten now that he’s here. One time with this man, and I’m insatiable. Okay, it might have been two considering we went to take a shower to clean up, and that led to getting down and dirty all over again.
Matthew’s teeth graze against my skin, tickling me softly. “Matthew!” I chastise, pushing him back. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” He chuckles softly as I turn around in his arms.
I tap my finger against the tip of his nose. “You know what, mister. I can’t walk around with a hickey on my neck.”
He bends down, arms wrapping around me, and lifts me onto the counter. My thighs spread and he settles between them. “Why not? I’m pretty sure I have claw marks on my back.”
My cheeks flush because I’m pretty sure he’s right.
“The shower was slippery! I had to hold on.”
A smug smile appears on Matthew’s lips. “I’m pretty sure I had averygood hold on you.”
Heat floods my cheeks. “You’re incorrigible!”
The soft rumble of his laughter has me smiling as well. The sound slowly dies down, and we just stare at one another in silence. His hand cups my face, thumb skimming over my cheek as he studies me intently. My stomach squeezes as I hold my breath, the tension between us crackling to life.
